Looking At Your Language by Tavia
The shapes of your language’s letters remind me of the swirls
and shapes of music, and even though nothing plays,
I can still hear it.
Your words look like jewelry that shines, shaped like spiral diamonds
If I could translate, I think you might be saying “Thank you”
I would love to say to you in my language, “I wish the violence and war
was over, I hope the pain will go away and will not come again”